"OMG jesus"

"quiet your pie-hole"

does any nutritional value survive the pickling process?

a pickled walnut - how strange is that?

Stilton so strong, it stings your mouth

"a gliding relativity"

"a sound mandala"

For Your Pleather

kids love gradients

any gradient at all

permanent whitehead

the Pus Garden

"gliding relativity"

stress pus

"rancid ambiguid"

=


curry paste



which we have no truck with


proclaims menu of indian restaurant


where they only use


freshly ground up spices


in their curries


"ambiguid"?

Baldini

just one Cornetto

give it to me

delicious icecream

from Italy

with nuts

and chocolate cream

just one Cornetto

from Italy

anorexic OAP

eyes like sexy ponds

bacon: unfamiliar after years of eating the american kind (what brits call streaky), strangely thick and rubbery, like chewing ear lobe with large pores

fried eggs glistening with a lardy sheen

prunes, lurking in a melancholy black pool

small--almost shot-size--glasses of grapefruit juice, thin and sour like the gastric juices that creep up your throat after a heavy curry

fried bread


mmm mmmm, anticipating those english inn breakfasts...

a complexion like liver pâté

“Pre-Cum Fog Ballet”

"Scottish egg"

bony faced blonde

leg sheen

mottled republican cleavage

and some young women too

wearing twat hats

at least in this neighbourhood

young guys sporting twat hats

"a certain stripe of tripe"

Aztec negligee

Brooke Shields's dentist: Dr Joyce Fang

"elbow thermometer"

"hyperdrone acid jazz (courtesy of the band Boris)"

"genital integrity"

"skyface bear"

"a hermeneutic clotting"

pacing to and fro right in the middle of it, a pair of pigeons peck specks of nourishment out of a half-dried puddle of vomit

new york city pigeons, they are

Noel's eyes

Noel's smile

so beguiling

actually it's more like a frozen smoothie of uncooked bacon rind and butterscotch with some crispy almost-charred bacon bits mixed in for "texture"

Haagen-Dazs, Caramel Cone flavor: like frozen salty snot, with bits of crunchy hard bogie in it

strangely, despite the lingering savory aftertaste, couldn't quite bring myself to throw away the remainder of the pint pot... it's still in the freezer

"very fussy about lids"

"it's a lovely box -- it's like the 2001, A Space Odyssey of boxes"

"what could be more flawless than stationery?"

"the St Albans branch of Rymans"

"he had some sort of fear we would somehow run out of stationery"

"he used to joke he was going to open a stationery nostalgia museum"

snazzy tazzy

MIRNF

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